Entangled Alone

From the leaf that splits
from Autumns sheath,
a drizzle drips
across lucite and bone
and should it be known,
that in winter's baited breath,
you are not alone.

A September kiss
spawns winter's delegation
and drains the frost
from beneath wary feet,
yet, a sublime sunrise
looms like a nuclear flower in bloom
and tried but true
speaks of ease yet to come
between pairings of soul
as two become three.

A spearhead of angst,
parts ribs and cracks bone,
and tender flesh dissolves beneath
a sharpened plea,
but falter is never
an unconditional surrender
and despite trauma,
in tandem our hearts will speak.

When the midnight
trip light
wains into a septic disease
know that you are never but a stone's throw
from a proposition of eternity.

You,
in magnificent worry
and phantasmal delight
will
never again
  be entangled
alone.